For the record, it was so amusing seeing you lot scream/cuss at me.

On the other hand, I don't like it when reviewers keep on begging me to update multiple times everyday. I read every single one of my reviews, and even though I'm forgetful at times, there is no way I would let this story slip my mind. So please, don't rage at me when you wake up to see that the next chapter isn't up yet. I'm neither a magician nor a superhero, so you can't expect me to whip out a chapter whenever you want one.

Jack's eyes were wide and his mouth was open, trying to find words but couldn't. "How... Why—" was all he could force out.

"We were at the graveyard, okay?" Zander filled in for him. "We saw a tombstone that had your name on it. Not to mention we also saw your sister's too. Jack, what the hell is going on?"

"...You'd think I was screwing around even if I told you," Jack finally mumbled. "You just would."

"Jack, just tell us," Anton intervened. Jack had honestly forgotten that he and Cody were still here. "It can't be that bad, can it? You're gonna have to tell us sooner or later anyway."

"You know, the longer we keep talking about this, the longer Spencer is missing!" Jack pleaded, doing a poor job at attempting to get the sudden, unwanted spotlight away from him.

"Jack." Zander's tone held finality in it. "Just what is going on?"

Jack began to stare down at his own feet as if they were suddenly the most interesting objects in the universe. Finally, he looked up, and confessed, "O-Okay. I admit that I've been hiding something huge from you all. And I guess you do need to know about it. But... Do you guys promise to believe me?"

"My brother is missing and presumably in that hole under that weird bed thing, and not just that, but it's become pretty apparent that the grave the rest of us saw really does belong to you," Zander pointed out dryly. "Try me."

"Fine..." Jack gulped. He was sure that he wasn't going to hear the end of this from anyone. "Okay. For starters, yes, I have a grave at the local cemetery. And yes, that other one was my sister's. The reason for that is because we...kinda lived back 300 years ago."

"That explains the dates on them. Okay, continue," Zander pressed for more, somehow not really surprised by the revelation thus far.

"My sister had the chance to grow old and that stuff. I, on the other hand, drowned in the lake when I was still eighteen. And then I got resurrected by the moon—long story—and became...well, Jack Frost."

"...Come again?"

"Guys, all these childhood legends like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, they're not just myths, they're really real!" Jack began to hurriedly say, not letting any of his friends soak it all in first. "All of them are! They stand to protect children all around the world! And I'm one of them! I'm that Jack Frost who goes around spreading snow all across the country and—"

He stopped immediately once he saw the other three all taking one step away from him. "Guys, I'm being serious here!" They only took another step back.

Jack sighed irritably and ran a hand through his hair. He just knew that their reactions would be something along these lines. "You guys said you would believe me."

"Correction: Zander was the only one who said that," Cody deadpanned.

"Hey!" Zander shouted, not happy that they were throwing him under the bus. "Yeah, I said that, but I didn't expect his story to be this insane!"

"I know it's insane, but it's a hundred percent true!" Jack insisted. "Come on, guys. Have I ever seemed like I've lost my mind before? And you know me well enough to know that I don't have it in me to make up something so crazy. I mean, if I were to lie, I most likely would come up with something less...creative."

"Look, I'm not saying I don't trust what you say. But this is just too hard to believe! I mean, can't you prove it or something?" Zander asked.

Jack was quiet for a moment, then gave Zander his frankest answer. "Zander, you're right about Spencer and Cici being down there." He motioned towards the wooden bed. "And I know I can't stop you from going down there with me. But if you don't believe what I'm telling you right now, you literally won't be able to see what you're up against."

Baby Tooth, who had been strangely silent for the past couple of weeks, chirped to herself worriedly, not liking where this was heading. She got off of her perch on Jack's shoulder and flew off as fast as she can, determined to get help. Her departure was unnoticed.

Zander hesitated, then sighed in defeat. "Okay. Okay, I'll believe you. But only because it's you. If it were anybody else, I would never even think that they're telling the truth. You better not be lying, alright?"

"I swear to god I'm not," Jack insisted. He turned to the other two. "I'm guessing you two are coming along as well?"

Anton scoffed. "Why wouldn't we? We're not standing out here doing nothing when you guys are down there possibly digging a deeper hole for yourselves."

"One condition though—Can I beat the shit out of the kidnapper?" Cody inquired, now holding a very large stick in his hands.

"That stick isn't going to be much help when beating up the Boogeyman, Cody," Jack stated.

"What do you know about sticks?" Cody shot back, undeterred.

"So you're saying that the Boogeyman's the bastard who kidnapped my brother?" Zander cut in. "That sounds really..."

"Hilarious? Yeah, I know," Jack flatly said.

"As hilarious as it is, it does make sense," Cody pointed out. He approached the bed and lightly kicked it. "Why else would there be a bed here?"

The bed completely collapsed, many of its pieces falling down the hole. Cody looked at the other three, who were now staring in horror at him. "It was a shoddy bed."

Anton nodded slowly. "Right."

Zander went over to where Cody was standing and peered down the hole. "That's a really high jump down..." He gulped.

Cody rolled his eyes. "Stop being a pussy." And then he jumped down into Pitch's lair.

Jack blinked. "Did... Did he just..."

"Apparently," Zander answered stiffly, still staring down the uncomfortably deep orifice.

"Um... Someone should probably make sure he's okay," Anton piped up, getting ready to jump in next. "I'll make sure to land on my feet, before you start worrying." He took a deep breath and hopped in, which was almost immediately followed by a thump and a yelp that sounded a lot like it belonged to Cody.

"Oh my god, dude! Sorry! You okay?"

Cody didn't answer.

"...Oh crap. Come on, say something just so I know you're okay!"

"...Just get the fuck off of me already."

"...Yup, you're okay."

Jack hesitantly glanced over at Zander, who now seemed even more apprehensive. "...So who should jump in next?"

Zander only exhaled a shaky breath. "I'm terrified of heights. Obviously."

Jack sighed. "Alright. This is gonna look really weird, but grab onto me."

Down in Pitch's lair, the disgruntled Cody brushed himself off after Anton had got off of him, then picked up his stick, which he had dropped when the other boy fell on him unceremoniously. "Alright, so where do you think Spencer and Cici are?"

"Don't you think we should wait for the other two to get down here first?" Anton objected.

Cody rolled his eyes. "And have Zander yell at us for just standing here? No thank you. Besides, you saw how nervous he looked when he realized he was going to have to jump in. Who knows how long he'd take?"

Anton opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again once he acknowledged that Cody had a very valid point. "Alright, but—"

"GAH!" Zander and Jack suddenly came down from above together at the same time, and Anton swore that it looked like Zander was holding on for dear life to Jack. These suspicions were confirmed, as once Jack landed, his knees collapsed from under him severely and he fell forward, throwing Zander off his back.

"Hey guys," Zander greeted, peering up at Cody and Anton. He glanced back at Jack. "You okay?"

"Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhh..." Jack groaned. "That one's gonna hurt in the morning. Why did I even offer to do that..."

"Well get up," Zander commanded, standing up himself. "We're not gonna find Spencer and Cici at this rate!"

"Ungrateful little..." Jack grumbled, then managed to get himself off the ground. "Okay, okay, I'm up."

Without any second to waste, Zander began to frantically search for the missing people. He ran around the entire hideout, desperately calling out his brother's name. "Spencer! Where are you?! Cici!" He looked at the other three. "What are you guys standing around there for?! Help me look for them!"

"Zander, do you really think that calling for them is just going to make them show themselves? This is Pitch—the Boogeyman—we're talking about here, he most likely has them locked inside a nightmare or something, so I doubt it," Jack informed.

"Zander?" a tentative voice called out, just loud enough so Zander could hear. He traded the owner of the voice to the far side of the room, where a lot more shadows loomed, and he hurried on over there.

"Spencer? You there?"

A head poked out from the inside of a cage, significantly larger than the others, dangling from the ceiling. Although he couldn't get a good look at him because of the angle he was at, Zander, much to his relief and joy, recognized the figure as Spencer. "Spencer!"

"What are you guys doing here?" Spencer questioned in horror, not happy at all. "You shouldn't be here!"

"Yeah, neither should you!" Zander retorted. "What's going on? You okay up there? Is Cici with you?"

"I'm here!" a female voice, undoubtedly Cici's, spoke up. "I'm okay! Spencer is too!"

Zander shot a very smug and triumphant look at Jack. You were saying?

"You guys all need to get out of here!" Spencer was saying. "Before you end up being locked up too by that crazy man!"

"We're not leaving without you!" Zander said sternly, turning back to his twin. "What would Mom and Dad say?"

"So is that the only reason you're trying to rescue me or..." Spencer muttered. "Thanks, brother. I appreciate your love."

Zander grinned crookedly before sobering up again. "So who is this 'crazy man' you're talking about?"

"Probably the really creepy one coming out from the shadows right now," Anton interrupted, visibly disturbed and clearly staring at something.

Zander followed his beeline and saw a six-foot-tall man with grey skin and dressed in a long, black robe. "Whoa... Yeah, that's really creepy."

Pitch regarded him with slight amusement and mild surprise. "Well, I must say, I definitely was not expecting little Jack Frost to pop by my hideout with a bunch of innocent mortals." He glanced at Jack with utter scorn in his eyes. "I assumed that he would appear alone."

"Pitch!" Jack shouted. He almost charged at him, momentarily forgetting that he was currently without powers. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Pitch asked nonchalantly, examining his left hand's fingers. "Kidnapping your dear friends? Luring you here to come save them? Exposing your true identity to them? I admit, I have been watching you for quite some time, and I am honestly shocked at how long you've kept the ruse up."

"What I tell them and what I don't tell them are none of your business!" Jack growled. "I have enough crap to deal with without you coming to bug me!"

"And why should I care about that?" Pitch smiled and retaliated, clasping his hands behind his back. "That only encourages me to continue. Nothing amuses me more than seeing your suffering. After all..." His smile turned more sinister. "...you are powerless. And both you and I know that you can't do anything when you're in this state."

Jack faltered, knowing full on well that this was true.

"I wonder what all the other spirits think...along with your fellow Guardians...?" Pitch continued his spiel. "Never before has there been an immortal who has turned human again... What will you do? Where will winter go? ...Will the Man in the Moon simply give up on you and choose someone else to take your place?"

Jack winced. He knew this was not true; Manny would never give up on him. He was a Guardian, and the Man in the Moon did not give up on any Guardian. However, that didn't mean Jack liked hearing those words flying out of Pitch's mouth. He clenched his fists.

"You're not even able to fulfill your Guardian duties... How shameful. You're just a powerless Guardian, Jack. You've been one for months. I don't see why you're still hoping you'll get back to normal. So why don't you just realize that it will not happen?"

Jack was about to tell Pitch to shut the hell up and get back into the shadows before he punched his lights out, until a new voice chimed in, "You're ugly."

Pitch, taken aback by the sudden commentary, looked at the new speaker. "Excuse me?"

"You're ugly," Cody repeated. "You have that triangular face going on and shit. It looks weird."

"Um... Are you aware of who you are talking to?" Pitch asked, starting to become a little annoyed.

"Yeah, the Boogeyman. Jack kinda gave all of us his two cents on you when we were standing outside your lair," Cody replied, unfazed. "You're less scary than I pictured though. And I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but you're ugly too. And you're a dick for trying to tear Jack apart like that. Just saying." He shot a look at Pitch's attire. "Nice dress, by the way."

"It's a robe," Pitch spoke through gritted teeth, growing increasingly irritated.

Cody snorted. "Yeah, like that's much better."

Pitch hissed and backed away into his shadows. A second later, Cody whirled around and whacked him in the face with his stick. "Oh yeah, and you need to work on sneaking up behind your enemies. It was pretty obvious what you were trying to do when you went back into your shadowy comfort zone."

Pitch, now lying on the floor, only moaned and rubbed his cheek. "You'll...pay for that..." He tried to get up, only for Cody to smack him a second time.

"When you're not even scarier than me? Yeah, right."

"This is funny," Zander snickered.

"Um... So considering Cody apparently can take care of the Boogeyman on his own...could you guys let me and Cici down from here?" Spencer reminded everyone of their current predicament.

"Yeah, it's starting to get really stuffy," Cici added.

"Sure, um..." Zander looked around. "...Once we find a way to get you guys down..."

"I will not be letting either of them down, if you're thinking about asking me," Pitch supplied, beginning to stand up before Cody struck him down again.

This time, Cody wasn't letting up easy on Pitch and began hitting him with his stick over and over again. "What! Do you! Not! Get! About me! Being able! To kick! Your! Ass! Just! Stay! Down! Already!" He punctuated each sentence fragment with a whack at Pitch.

If he has absolutely no problem with doing that to the embodiment of fear itself, then what's gonna stop him from doing the same thing to me? Anton wondered, with an expression of worry clear on his face.

"You alright?" Jack asked him, noticing his troubled look.

"Y-Yeah... I'm totally fine..." Anton's eye twitched.

Jack sighed. "Baby Tooth, how do you think we should get Spencer and—" Jack stopped abruptly once he realized that the little fairy was missing from his shoulder. "Baby Tooth?" He looked around, wondering where she had flown off to.

"What?" Zander questioned, going back over to him.

"One of the Tooth Fairy's assistants," Jack explained. "She's been going around everywhere with me, and..." He was starting to grow concerned. "Baby Tooth?!" He glared at poor Pitch (who was still getting beaten) and pointed an accusing finger at him. "What did you do to her this time?!"

In between Cody's blows, Pitch somehow managed to scowl. "What are—OW!"

"Shut up!"

A familiar chirping noise filled the air and Baby Tooth quickly zoomed down into the lair and immediately went over to Jack.

"Baby Tooth! There you are!" Jack let out a relieved breath that he didn't know he had been holding in. "Where have you been?!"

Baby Tooth began to excitedly point behind her until she caught sight of Cody smacking Pitch around. She eyed both of them weirdly and turned to Jack for answers.

He shrugged. "So apparently whenever Pitch disturbs the peace, we could all count on Cody to take care of it. I don't know."

Then, a large vehicle of some sorts suddenly flew down from above and descended. Jack was glad to recognize it as the sleigh, and once it properly landed, North immediately jumped out with both swords ready for combat, alongside Sandy with his whips. "PITCH!"

Bunnymund's dizzy head appeared from inside. "Ugh... Why..."

Tooth flew out and frenetically attacked Jack with a flurry of words. "Jack! Are you okay? Baby Tooth came over to us and said that you were about to go into Pitch's lair! Without your powers! What were you thinking?!"

Jack flashed a look at Baby Tooth. "So that's where you went." He turned back to Tooth. "And Tooth, I'm fine! Nothing went wrong! My, uh...friend took care of Pitch already."

Tooth redirected her attention to Cody and Pitch. North and Sandy, who were all too prepared to beat the stuffing out of the Nightmare King, also stared. Cody, however, didn't notice anyone, too distracted in his enjoyment of taking it all out on Pitch.

Bunnymund was the only one who could muster up words had the unexpected yet amusing sight. "Did we miss somethin', mate?"

Jack shook his head. "Nope," he answered flatly.

"Uh... Dude..." Anton nudged Jack.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Guys, these are the Guardians, North, Tooth, Sandy, and Bunny. And these are Anton, Zander, and..." Jack eyeballed Cody for the millionth time. "...Cody."

Zander and Anton both waved awkwardly. "Hi..."

"What? Oh. Yeah. Hi," Cody said briefly before resuming his activity.

"Hey guys." Cici waved from above. "Fancy meeting you again."

"Yeah, yeah, nice to meet you. But could you please get us down from—wait, what? 'Again'?! What do you mean 'again'?!" Spencer's head snapped in Cici's direction.

"Okay, so I may have kind of known about Jack's secret already..." Cici confessed somewhat sheepishly.

"WHAT?!" Spencer, Anton, and Zander shouted in unison. Cody wasn't listening.

Jack chuckled nervously. "Uh huh. Yeah, she's right. Sandy, mind getting both of them down? Now would be a good time..." He paused as Sandy flew up on his sand cloud to free Spencer and Cici. "And I think your point got through to him, Cody. Get off."

Cody shrugged and got up off of Pitch, who groaned in pain. "Whatever. It was fun while it lasted."

"Entertaining to watch too," Zander smirked before whirling on Jack. "Now what's this about Cici knowing before us?!"

"Yeah!" Spencer exclaimed as he got down from Sandy's cloud. "And why didn't you tell me?!" he scolded Cici as an afterthought.

Cici rolled her eyes. "Would you have believed me? Besides, I had to keep quiet."

"Can all of us just go home now?" Jack sounded almost like he was begging. "I'll explain everything along the way."

"Very well," North agreed. "Everyone climb onto sleigh."

Pitch raised his head up weakly as everyone climbed aboard. "You won't...be getting away...with this...so easily... You...cannot...leave yet... How dare you... You are all...shameful..."

Cody's head slowly turned to him, just as he had one foot stepping into the sleigh.

"Oh no," Anton, who was already seated, muttered, starting to get where this was going.

"You do not understand," Cody began, setting his foot back on the ground again. "You do not understand how to live in complete acceptance of oneself, and to be able to accept motherfucking defeat with no shame. I motherfucking did not attempt suicide just to come back and have bitches tell me when I couldn't leave on my own goddamn time. If you tried to make me not go on that fucking magnificent mode of transportation, I would go down to the local Qdoba, round up all the Mexicans, then proceed to come down here again and have each and every Mexican FUCK YOU IN THE ASS. I am Cody motherfucking Gray, and I will get the bitch ass out of this fucking lair because you and your shit are far from fucking fabulous and there is no cuntfucker on the planet with enough authority to tell me otherwise. I will get out now and look like a hot as hell cumslut doing it, just because I could. I do not know the concept of shame. It dissolves in my very presence. Fuck yeah, end, bitch."

During this entire rant, Cody had slowly approached the Boogeyman and pointed his stick, which he was still holding on to, in between Pitch's eyes rather menacingly. Pitch went cross-eyed, and even though he would never say so out loud, he was actually frightened of this particular high school student.

Satisfied, Cody dropped the stick and turned around to go back to the sleigh. Zander was laughing and applauding, Jack was choking like he was doing a poor job at stifling his laughter, Anton stared at Cody disturbingly, and Spencer only sighed and shook his head.

Jack, sucking it up, turned to the horrified Tooth and remarked, "I'm sure you're now thinking that my mouth isn't so bad after all."

Tooth didn't respond and just looked like she was about ready to faint.

Cody sat at the edge right next to Anton, and noticing the look the latter was still giving him, snapped, "What?!"

Anton shook his head and mouthed, Nothing.

"Okay, drive," Cody ordered North.

The dazed North snapped the reins halfheartedly and the sleigh began moving. As they flew out of Pitch's hideout and all of the teens began pelting Jack with a bunch of questions about his Jack Frost identity, the leader of the Guardians couldn't help thinking, I somehow have feeling that the Boogeyman title should belong to someone else...

Yes! Finally finished this, and on time! This chapter is a present to Hatsu Yukiya/Julchen M. Liddell! Happy birthday, Julia! (Speaking of Julia, thank you for the original rant about maid dresses. Writing Cody's speech was fabulous XD)

Sorry for the slightly OOC Pitch.

Guys, check out the list of fan art at the bottom of my profile. I am very pleased with all of it.

Also, I made a Tumblr roleplay blog. Basically it's like a Q&A between you guys and my OCs (Their answers are purely amusing), so go check that out as well. The link to it is in my profile as well.

And for the first time in a while, I got a new poll on my profile. Go vote.

Replies:

Faliara: Hatsu/Julchen was the one who suggested the chapter title to me XD It's going back to In Which Jack... though.

Julchen M. Liddell: Happy birthday again! :D

feathered moon wings: Yeah, I should make a little POV of that, shouldn't I? Haha, maybe sometime in the future.

Writeous: Lucky 800th... Add that onto my list of reasons on why I should just hurry up and finish that oneshot I owe you D: AND THE CHAPTER TITLE PATTERN IS COMING BACK

lotsofdrama: :{) Mustache smile back to you! And no problem!

MadlyMagical: Check out the Cody fan art at the bottom of my profile. I'm sure you won't be disappointed (I know I'm not). And thank you!

GirlInTheShadows: I apologize for Cody's rotten mouth.

McVitie: THERE YOU ARE, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, WOMAN. Heehee. Now all we have to do is get KokoLolo to join in...

akizaki14: In this chapter :P

Randomness: Jack's been leaving his staff at home lately though. Not that he needed it anyway, considering Cody's stick was the perfect substitute.

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P.S.: I don't usually bring up really serious stuff that is completely irrelevant to FFN, but here's what I have to say: I have never watched Glee before in my life, but I just want to say that I'm truly sorry about Cory. The news of his death has been blowing up all over the Internet, so I feel like I should mention it because I know a lot of people watch and love Glee and must be truly saddened by this development, and to be honest, it's affecting tons of people who aren't even in the fandom as well (including me). In case any of you are Glee fans, I hope this chapter cheered you up a little. #RIPCoryMonteith #PrayForLea